At this time, Old Master Zhang also walked into the room tremblingly with Zhang Weiyan's support.

Seeing the sleepy Zhang Weijie, Old Master Zhang immediately threw away his crutch and threw himself on, holding his grandson and cried in grief.

"Ajie, why are you so? Oh my God, what sin did our family commit? If you want to punish me like this, I really want to punish me alone..."

Everyone felt uncomfortable when they heard it.

Sister Ling saw it and sighed: "Although my soft muscle powder can temporarily eliminate his physiological impulses and will not harm his body like a sedative, it has finally suppressed his desire instinct to a greater or lesser extent. As time goes by, the symptoms of the disease become more and more severe."

"I've been hurt by those quack doctors before, right?" Song Che asked.

Before Sister Ling could answer, Uncle Zhang said, "That's right, the doctors I've been looking for before were basically calm or prescribed sleeping pills."

"The quack doctor harms people!"

Song Che suddenly felt angry.

He rarely reveals his emotions on his face when he is angry.

But I can't bear it anymore for the doctor to cure people in a confused way.

It’s okay to fight the calmness and suppress the instinct, but you can also prescribe sleeping pills. It’s not enough to think that people are crazy!

After the two medicines are taken, Zhang Weijie will be quieter when he is quiet, and even dementia.

Once the disease becomes manic, it will become even more fierce!

"It's been half a year ago. Fortunately, Dr. Lin appeared in time and informed us of the inside story. Only then did we know that those quack doctors have made Ajie so miserable!" Uncle Zhang frowned and said, "In the past six months, every time Ajie is sick, Dr. Lin uses specially prepared potions to resolve the disease. The effect is good. The deterioration rate of symptoms has been significantly delayed. If you just want to cure it..."

"There is no way out for the time being." Sister Ling said very alone.

If it can be cured, she has withdrawn long ago and will she still be waiting for you here?

Moreover, she is also the sixth-ranked powerful player in the Asia-Pacific region of Medicine God.

Even she was left with nothing, but it was obvious that no matter how skilled the miracle doctor was, he might not be able to do it.

"So let's see if you are a weird guy, can you find new ideas." Sister Ling nodded at Song Che, but added indecently: "Anyway, you're going to be a living horse."

Song Che didn't have the leisure to talk to her, so he squatted down, observed Zhang Weijie up close, and asked, "What was going on before he got sick?"

Mr. Zhang calmed down at this time and replied: "Before the onset of the disease, Ajie was very healthy and normal, cheerful and polite, and was recognized as an excellent young man in the entire Chinatown. Since he had this strange disease for no reason, he had completely become a different person."

Song Che said: "Simply put, the personality completely slipped to the other extreme. According to general medical diagnosis, it is personality schizophrenia..."

After pausing, Song Che reached out and spread his hand to open Zhang Weijie's eyes, capturing the ferocity in Zhang Weijie's eyes, and said, "But he has completely lost his mind now. Obviously, he is not an ordinary mental illness. If you want to use the power of chaos, you will be really possessed."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Weijie began to open his mouth and bit Song Che's arm!

"Stop it...stop it!" Zhu Xie was so anxious that he wanted to step forward to stop it.

Song Che waved his hand and said, "It's okay, he was hit by soft tendons and couldn't bite it."

Zhang Weijie really couldn't bite it. It was like biting Song Che's arm, just like itching.

Song Che just looked at him quietly, very quiet. After a while, Zhang Weijie's eyes suddenly shook and he consciously let go of his mouth.

The next moment, he looked at Song Che's expression and became a little trembling again.

"It really turned into an animal." Song Che said.

"What are you talking nonsense!"

Zhang Weiyan angrily said, "How are you watching? Can it be cured? If not, leave, and don't say sarcastic words here!"

Song Che raised his eyes and glanced at him, laughed instead of anger, and said, "You can see that you have a good relationship with your brother?"

"Of course, Brother Jie has always taken good care of me and treats me like his own brother!" Zhang Weiyan said righteously.

"That is to say, you are Zhang Weijie's follower, and you often stay together?" Song Che nodded when he saw Zhang Weiyan and asked again: "Do you still remember what the last normal day was like before Zhang Weijie got sick?"

Zhang Weiyan seemed to have recalled many times before, saying: "On the Water Splashing Festival more than a year ago, Ajie and I played water for a day, and then the next day Ajie had a high fever. After taking antipyretics, he did not get rid of the fever on the third day and started talking nonsense, so we quickly sent him to the hospital..."

"After the treatment in the hospital, the fever subsided, but I was in a state of stasis. We all thought it was just a serious illness. But on the sixth day, on the day we were about to be discharged from the hospital, Ajie suddenly went crazy, smashing things randomly, beating people when he saw them, and was held back by my father and I and biting people..."

"At that time, the doctor immediately injected Ajie with a sedative agent, and the cause was not found. And when Ajie woke up the next day, it was quite normal at the beginning. We took him home with a chance, but that night he started making a big fuss again and even wanted to do that kind of thing to a maid at home..."

"At this time, everyone finally realized that something was wrong, so they went to the hospital and had a comprehensive examination of their whole body, but it was still useless. Moreover, in the next few days, Ajie's frequency of illness became higher and higher, and he didn't even recognize anyone. We once really thought he was possessed by evil spirits, and even invited Luang Po..."

"Long Po?" Zhu Xie interrupted.

"It's some monks of higher rank in Thailand." Sister Ling explained.

As we all know, Thailand is a country with a high belief in Buddhism.

The monks have a very high status in this country.

And Luang Pra is probably the monk who ranks third or fourth level.

The most supreme monk is naturally the national teacher of Thailand, and even the king has to salute him when he sees him.

The Zhang family could not invite the national master, but they still had the energy to ask Luang Po to come and exorcise evil spirits and pray for Zhang Weijie.

However, when he saw Zhang Weijie's tragic situation, the result was self-evident.

Song Che asked casually: "What did Luang Po say?"

"Luang Po said Ah Jie is..."

"Shut up! Enough!"

Uncle Zhang suddenly stopped his son and said to Song Che: "Doctor Song, you are a professional doctor, we still want to hear your views on medicine."

What the implication is that the statement of feudal superstition has nothing to do with Song Che.

If Song Che has the ability, he will cure Zhang Weijie from the medical field.

Otherwise, I will ask less about the internal affairs of their Zhang family.

Song Che looked at him, suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't cure his disease."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of Old Master Zhang and others suddenly became serious, and they all looked at Sister Ling.

Sister Ling also looked at Song Che thoughtfully.

Even a quack doctor who seeks fame and makes up for his own fortune will seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make money. No matter how badly he is, he must prescribe some painless medicine to maintain his face.

But Song Che was so good. He took the initiative to "substitute" without even trying it, making it seem like he was just here to join in the fun and listen to gossip, which was too disrespectful to people.

At least it’s mysterious, pretend to behave for a few times!

Sure enough, Uncle Zhang immediately exclaimed and said in a deep voice: "Since you can't cure it, why do you still ask so much about it?"

"You don't want to cooperate, how can I treat it?" Song Che sneered: "If a person wants to die, it is difficult for a doctor to save him. Since you insist on pushing Zhang Weijie to the death, what does it have to do with me?"

"You, how could you say such cold-blooded words? Are you still a doctor?" Uncle Zhang pointed at Song Che and was furious.

Song Che sneered again: "I know that it is not cured, at least I will admit it actively, instead of forcing the doctors before, who knew that they were not good at doing anything, but instead curing the person. I said I was cold-blooded, so how cold-blooded should have been to those doctors before?"

These overseas Chinese had never experienced Song Dasheng's fighting power in China, and they were choked and speechless.

"Sometimes giving up is also a kind of compassion and care." Song Che looked at the stupid Zhang Weijie, and his eyes finally had a little more pity. "I'm not afraid of talking through it. The main reason for Zhang Weijie's condition today is man-made. He has been crazy for a year, and you have given him half a year of calmness. If Dr. Lin had not taken action in time and used soft muscle powder to relieve his illness and guide him to vent his desires reasonably, I'm afraid that what you see today would be the dry bones in the tomb!"

Every word is gem and every sentence is thorny, and it pierced into the hearts of Old Master Zhang and others!

Song Che was still madly finishing the blow: "Okay, now Zhang Weijie's disease is getting worse and worse, and the more he is being treated, it is like a cup breaking. No matter how good a craftsman is, it is difficult to repair it as before. At this time, you asked me to cure his disease and wipe the masterpieces of the group of quack doctors in front of you. Who gave you the courage? Liang Jingru is a Malay, not a Thai."

Liang Jingru, the younger generation of Zhang Weiyan, has naturally heard of it.

Just as he was confused about the relationship between Liang Jingru and Zhang Weijie's disease,

Old Master Zhang suddenly stepped away his staggering legs and feet, walked tremblingly to Song Che, bowed and said, "Doctor Song, we offended you. Please see that our Ajie is pitiful. Please save him with your hands, even if you can exchange my life for his life..."

"Old sir, I can't afford to treat you like this." Song Che hurriedly supported Mr. Zhang and sighed: "Although I was unkind just now, it's true that your grandson's illness is already difficult to recover. I am indeed not sure to cure him. Doctor Lin must have the same conclusion on this."

Sister Ling flatters her mouth,

Although unwilling to give up,

But it can only be admitted.

However, seeing that Mr. Zhang is so sincere, Song Che still said: "But I have a way to relieve his illness."

"Really? That's the best!" Old Master Zhang said excitedly: "Actually, after Master Luang Po saw Ajie, he once said that this disease cannot be cured for the time being. He can only let him let his freedom and vent his craziness. He will let him go and let it go. He will cure the disease."

Song Che raised his eyebrows,

Listen to what this means,

It seems that this Thai monk is really capable.

You can actually see the crux of the problem at a glance.

However, some Thai monks do have some attainments in medicine.

At this time, Sister Ling asked, "Then do you want to give him a few shots?"

According to the general plot routine, at this time, Song Che should have used acupuncture to prick a few times, and then let everyone witness the miracle and give their knees.
Chapter completed!